“You are much like your father when he was a child.” Alfred says, calmly in his usual formal tone. You were very much like him, to his hair color, personality, and mostly everything.

“Except I believe he was nicer.” he adds. “But over all, you are very much like your father.” Except for the ego, Bruce doesn’t have an ego. You do.

He believes you matured to quickly, like your father. It might’ve just been something that happened over time, but you are yet to be a teenager, and you are already very matured. He finds it hard to believe, but it is true.